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Author: Ari Augustine

My little sister, Lena, was sound asleep. I could hear her breathing softly, her nose making tiny whistles as she rolled to her side, gathering her arms and legs into her chest. Her hands were curled into fists as she gripped the blankets possessively. Her long, dark chestnut hair tangled around her face but it […]

Untitled was the first poem I’d written. Its lines were crooked and without symmetry, words pressed tight against the page, unable to breathe. You could follow the dark shadows of the graphite and lead, trace the awkward, childish pause where I left a comma instead of a period. Where I abandoned the line, everything open, […]